WEST GROTON, MA.-By the time he was 40, Milton Wheeler was too short of breath to fix the kids’ mini-bikes or play a round of golf. He had to give up his career as a policeman–and his dream of becoming chief–there being no place for
(Editor’s note: Hazel Brannon Smith won the 1964 Pulitzer Prize for her editorials). LEXINGTON, Miss.–The years of trouble began in 1954. A prominent local man walked into my newspaper office one hot day in July and asked to talk to me privately. I owned and
Jake is one of the Depression era’s unemployed. He owns an ornery mule named Honeybunch. One day the mule dawdles while they’re crossing the railroad tracks. Jake and Honeybunch get hit by the train. They go to heaven. The pair arrive in the clouds to
There is never a good time for a gun battle to take place in a rural community between officers of the law and an armed man. But in an incident where all law enforcement officers are white–and the 28year-old gunman black–and a posse of over
There were about 125 students in the Gadsden, Alabama High School senior class of 1930. The editor of the yearbook had the bright idea of using three adjectives to describe each member of the class. Under the name of Hazel Brannon, it read: “Industrious, Independent,
